Marble Pillow Novels & Stories

She checked and replied. “Description reads –The Red Pillow - A bundle of Red Silk Cloth used by distinguished matriarchs of the family. Dated around the 1930s and possibly of royal origin. Found at a historical site in Singapore, it promises to be a rare find. Likely to be a distinguished family heirloom.” I checked the image. It was red silk with faded images of Mandarin motifs of phoenixes. The thing that really caught my attention was the jaded exterior, like it had been exposed to elements of nature.

I’m about to stand up and protest when Eisa walks over carrying a purple velvet pillow with a crown resting on top that I’ve never seen before. Eisa steps up to my mother and slowly kneels down, raising the pillow to my mother. The crown she’s presenting is stunning, but definitely not one that’s been sitting in the family undersea vault. Large seashells point to the sky surrounded by smaller shells, all with a duo chrome shift that makes them shift from blue to purple to green in the light. The crown is decorated with blue, pink and purple sapphires, diamonds and opals creating a gorgeous prism effect when it catches the light.

The molding is having the same colors as the walls and Incorporate abstract pieces of art were on the wall to add an eclectic touch to the room. The bed is decorated with sparkly blue, black, and silver pillows that feature bright patterns and images. The pillows were made of soft velvet and classic silk. There are sculpted tree lamps and a small bench underneath the window to create a cozy sitting area. A mirror and a small clock were placed on the nightstands'. There is also a full length mirror beside the bed, a small fridge, and a little table. I rush to the bed jumping on it, happily, clutching the pillow to my chest.

Rosemary’s Pov “Welcome home , my queen” he whispers in to my ear making me shiver. The maiden walks over to me and lays the pillow on the table in front me before she turns to leave. “Welcome home , my queen” he whispers in to my ear making me shiver. Both maidens walks over to me and lays the pillows on the table in front me before they turn to leave. On the first pillow , I admire a small dainty crown that sparkles. The tiara gems are a deep red colour , and from the red gems are steel stems that twist and curl . It looks absolutely beautiful and breath taking. I look over to the other pillow in confusion as I see an item clearly being covered with a black silk cloth.

“What is that?” I look back on the pilasters. Slowly, I guide my fingers around the breathtaking, handcrafted details of the bed. I notice the headboard appears made of birch with a chestnut finish and the marble pilasters. There are thick vines and thorns carved into the woodwork, twisting and turning, pointing towards the letters. K. L. J. "How strange. K. L. J." I say, quite confused. "They are the same initials as mine. Odd... very odd."

They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room. Beyond the table, a plush bed beckons, adorned with crisp white linens and adorned with a profusion of red rose petals. The pillows are plump and inviting, a haven of comfort amidst the elegant decor. The headboard, upholstered in a soft white fabric, stands as a testament to luxury and opulence, its gentle curves evoking a sense of timeless romance.

"My tip?" "I don't have any tip." I slammed the door on his face.I placed the pizza box on the table and continued looking around. Theld held one of the elegant and richly textured grey throw pillow and it was so soft.why does he need a luxurious duvet for? And the matching grey soft rug.damn it feels so smooth and ticklish under my feet.

The marble floors glittered from being polished, free of cracks and full of dazzling rainbows that caught the light. Not only were the pillars crack free and wrapped in vines of white roses, but a mural now shimmered across the sloped planes of the ceiling. A bull whose coat was paler than snow, standing atop a dark pelt. Even with the blood that covered it, the beauty and wonder of the night sky still shone through.

I opened the basket. Inside was... A jar of pickles. A cheese plate. A fluffy, soft blanket. And curled around the whole thing… a narrow, body-length pillow. I stared at it all for a good thirty seconds. Pickles? Cheese? A pregnancy pillow? What... was this? A laugh bubbled up inside me—half bewildered, half hysterical. Was this a joke?

It felt soft and warm, making her feel oddly comfortable. She flipped the pillow over and noticed that one side was embroidered with a cute white rabbit and a silly brown bear. Marcia froze for a moment, surprised. So Jeff had a woman after all! With his cold, aloof, and almost punchable demeanor, she had assumed he was destined to be alone. She traced the embroidery with her fingers, and her nervousness eased a little at this unexpected discovery. "Huh? There's more?" Marcia looked down at the pillow again and saw that both the rabbit and the bear had a "J" embroidered on their bellies. Where their hands met, a little heart was stitched, delicately hidden, visible only if held up to the lig